[ somehow, the softness that zoro exhibits alarms him worse than everything else that's come before. he almost flinches at the gentle touch of his fingers, his panting breath easy to mask as desire. zoro's hands are as calloused as any warrior's, and yet careful now, so careful as they handle him as if he's worth something. there's no overt threat of danger but sanji looks out for it all the same; after all, he's never had a man's hands on him for any other reason.
he balks at the request — no no no — because whatever zoro plans to do to him he can take it upright like a fucking man, but then he catches his thoughts and clamps them down. his eyes stare up at zoro, a wintry night sky, unblinking. this should be over now, the scales balanced, except sanji fucked up when he didn't leave right after. well, if it's just transactional, then maybe zoro just wants to pay him back. how romantic.
anything more than that — he can't think of it. he can't even imagine having a thought in the next hour.
slowly, his hand still on his open belt buckle, he eases back, something wary in his gaze. he doesn't put his back on the ground, instead bracing himself on one elbow, painfully aware of how exposed he is, his legs wide open. at least zoro's swords are several feet away on the bed, and sanji's feet are attached to his body.
his lips, still slick and wet with come, burn hot where zoro's thumb slid across. he feels dizzy with how badly his cock aches to be touched, but he doesn't ask for it. he doesn't dare say anything, afraid of what might come out. the truth, maybe. that can't happen. he might say something unforgivably revealing — or unforgivably cruel, all because his heart thuds with desperate anticipation and erratic fear. ]
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he balks at the request — no no no — because whatever zoro plans to do to him he can take it upright like a fucking man, but then he catches his thoughts and clamps them down. his eyes stare up at zoro, a wintry night sky, unblinking. this should be over now, the scales balanced, except sanji fucked up when he didn't leave right after. well, if it's just transactional, then maybe zoro just wants to pay him back. how romantic.
anything more than that — he can't think of it. he can't even imagine having a thought in the next hour.
slowly, his hand still on his open belt buckle, he eases back, something wary in his gaze. he doesn't put his back on the ground, instead bracing himself on one elbow, painfully aware of how exposed he is, his legs wide open. at least zoro's swords are several feet away on the bed, and sanji's feet are attached to his body.
his lips, still slick and wet with come, burn hot where zoro's thumb slid across. he feels dizzy with how badly his cock aches to be touched, but he doesn't ask for it. he doesn't dare say anything, afraid of what might come out. the truth, maybe. that can't happen. he might say something unforgivably revealing — or unforgivably cruel, all because his heart thuds with desperate anticipation and erratic fear. ]